Not The Sun

Please don't be technology,
So I can't turn off your love like some cold machine.
Don't feed me scraps from your bed.
I won't be the stray coming back just to be fed.

Don’t be waves.
Come to seal my fate, marine.
Just pretend,
That you want me,
And be my babe.
Would you be my babe?
Would you be my...

Well don't be that note I can't hold.
Well don't be that joke that I told and told 'til it got old.
Don't be that hand 'round my throat so I can't breath. (So I can't breath.)
Say you're my friend but why won't you be my family?

And if you breed,
Just don't tell me.
Would you be my babe?
Would you be my babe......

To be my serene.
Tell me you know what I mean.
(Prove me wrong.)
You've set on me, but you are not the sun.
You are not the sun.

Outside your cold lips again.
You set on me, but you are not the sun.
You are not the sun.

Just pretend that you love me,
And be my babe.
Would you be my babe?
Would you be my...

Back from Beantown

So I went to Boston for about a week. It was a good chance to get away from the hustle & bustle of Montreal. It was fun.... I acquired a new identity and an accent of course. I made some cool friends along the way and got some cool ranch doritos! They're awesome, unlike American beer. Thats so awful. I would stop drinking because of how full it made me, not because I'd be drunk. In fact, the Bushmills is really the only thing I could become intoxicated with.

I did SOME shopping... the whole "anything to declare" joke lasted throughout the entire trip because my car was full.. i mean packed. Jam-packed. It was great.

Going to a house party in town was like something out of a Laguna Beach episode.... but the people were cool. It was a great change of pace to be in Small-town, USA... but I'm happy to be home and still on vacation.

P&L

Hello/Goodbye

Hello darkness hello sunshine
Hello not at all hello all the time
Hello nowhere hell-oblivion
Hello goodbye

Hello darkness hello sunshine
Hello not at all hello all the time
Hello nowhere hell-oblivion
Hello goodbye

Hello darkness... hello hello
Hello hello hello

All in the ghetto the weather is better than ever
I hope it never ends I hope it lasts forever
But when it does, we can all pretend that is better
Than its ever been
Lie to ourselves like the sky to rebel
And its well and its fine and its fine if it fell
And you can refine the storyline if you survive to retell
We are targets

Hello darkness hello sunshine
Hello not at all hello all the time
Hello nowhere hell-oblivion
Hello goodbye

Hello darkness hello sunshine
Hello not at all hello all the time
Hello nowhere hello oblivion
Hello goodbye

Yes and everythings gonna be fine fo
Fine said things gonna be all ok
Said just don't breathe the air

He just sits and waits for them to kick in the door
He once was a hero they don't love him no more
This past, everytime a toe hits the floor

His gift for not fighting another mans war
And if they can get their hands on the mask
That he wore on his face
They can put somebody else in his place
And restore the state the illusion that hes safe
The faith that being enslaved is so great
As gas fills the room and rockets destroy everything around him
He stands to find himself surrounded
By thousands of soldiers that he once trained
And never missed their targets, heartless...

Hello darkness hello sunshine
Hello not at all hello all the time
Hello nowhere hell-oblivion
Hello goodbye

Hello darkness

Pleased to make your acquaintance
Salutations, Konnichiwa
Hello everyone... how are you i'm doin fine

Hello darkness hello sunshine
Hello not at all hello all the time
Hello nowhere hell-oblivion
Hello goodbye

Hey there darkness hey there sunshine
Hello not at all hello all the time
Hello nowhere hell-oblivion
Hello goodbye

Hello darkness hello sunshine
Dampen it...

Un... cool

Let me be Your Cynic

Its easy for you to turn the other way, pretend to be happy, think about the good times. Then lie. Lie about all that you say you stand for. Lie about your standards. Lie about your projected future. You've made your way into the smelting pot of society and you're damn well near the end of your shelf-life. You're close to expiring. You're up-in-arms and about to bear arms so that you can tell the man with no arms he is lucky.

You walk in a crowd and look at people as if you know them or recognize them from some place, but you don't. You pretend that you're life is complicated, but it isn't. You place your bet, but its too late. It something that you're going to have to deal with.

Fulfill The Dream

I saw her with another man walkin downtown

She’s not mine and she'll never be by my side walkin downtown

I’ve only met her once before

She was alone in a back booth

A drink and a cigarette

Smoking like she was waiting for someone

Me, stealing glances as she stole my breath

The next one's on me

May I take this seat?

The rest of the bar recedes

We talked on traveling back roads overseas

"Girl, a change sounds good to me"

she said,

"Who can find that kind of time?"

I’d only met her once before

She was alone in a back booth

A drink and a cigarette

Drinking like she was waiting for someone

Me, stealing glances as she stole my breath

The next one's on me

And after it's done

The sun comes up and she's gone

after it's done

You just move on

A night can show what's made plain by the sun

An Open Letter from Jack.

Here I am.. days, weeks, and months past my expiration date. You've kept me in the back of the freezer so that I don't go bad, but either way my core has started to turn. Part of it is my own doing... I could have been less stubborn, I could have catered to your demands but in the end I know this is best for me. You've left me in the middle of the ocean with no life raft. Hopefully one day I'll find your mainland, but it will definitely be on my terms.

Being around someone of your nature used to be like going 100 mph with the windows down... I didn't have a care in the world and no one else mattered to me.

I am Jack's Raging Bile Duct.

Growing up is something everyone must do, and with that most people learn not to be selfish. Most people is a group that you do not fall into. I am sorry, but that is the reality. At first that was a good thing, at the end I wished away your existence.

I am Jack's Cold Sweat.

All of this may seem harsh but I am partially happy to have been put through shenanigans such as yours. Because of it I know now not to fully trust everyone I meet, and have since gone on to meet many new and interesting people. If that is the one thing I have taken away in the year-plus since meeting you, I thank you for it.

I Am Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise

This has rendered me weathered and broken. Not broken in the sense that I can no longer function, broken in the sense that I know there is no completion to my being... I am just parts connecting to other parts making the best of the situation. The best way to describe the way I feel is like a tourist with a camera, and I'm okay with that.

I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge.

Whenever I take in the twilight, I feel absurd and physically irrelevant. The pace of life is seemingly fast but in reality we're nothing but a slight directional mass of molecules on a path of destruction. Keeping that in mind, I try to get to the end of that path with a minimum amount of blockades... something that cannot be done easily. For this, there is really no fix, but every Jack wants to hear her say "Its getting late... lets stay out as late as we can... we'll drive around the lake... just a little too fast." This is when Jack keeps his eyes on the lines and feels her head on his shoulder... and you're damn near perfection.

I Am Jack's Broken Heart.

Нет

[The title is in Cyrillic]

I feel that I will need to say no more often in life. Its not that I've been suckered into giving my time or that I've been too nice, its just a natural evolution that needs to take place.
Currently, I am re-evaluating my sense of self. In the past, I've committed to things that weren't necessarily ideal for me, but I still went through with them. I've allowed things to develop too fast and I've sacrificed my health among many other things in order to do things that I thought made other people happy.
It'll be called selfish... I'm okay with that.